I believe i can fly(in my bike)

Yesterday was my communication presentation.We were told to prepare on anything that we are passionate about.Well that doesen't sounded that difficult initially but when i started thinking about it i was confused.

What am i passionate about????

There are so many thing in my life about which i am passionate.Some of them are

My life itself(Or as i say:Life as it is)
My family
T-shirts
My clothes
Food
Musik
Dancing
Love,romance
Poetry
My friends
My home
Roming around in my bike and of course
My studies(Just kiddin).

Anyways after some thought,i decided to give the presentation on my passion for dressing up.I just love dressing up everytime i go out.Made a good 12 slides ppt for it and was all set to deliever the goods.

But last night i started thinking about my engineering days and all the good and bad times i had.One thing i found common in all my memories,that was my bike.I calls her 1000 pie(yup not sweety or cutie pie but 1000 pie) coz her number is 3140 which is 3.14 * 1000.I remembered all the fun we(me and my freind/gf) had while roaming aimlessly at my home town.That were probably the best times of my life.

All who knows me would have guessed what i would have done next.Yes i changed my topic to My Passion plus.Some of my buddy told me not to select that topic as the marks are dependent on the crowd reaction and why any would be intrested in knowing about my bike(well they had a valid point).

But I wanted to speak about her.I said what the heck" i am doing it".By the night,I was too much tired(read lazy) to prepare a ppt again so just took a photo of her and pasted it on the slide.I also wrote a poem(my another passion) on my biking experience.Here its is:

Arms, hands, bars, knees,
Spinning wheels and passing trees.
Heart beats and tires sings,
Wind roars and the night swings.

I feel no pain,I feel no burn,
Still time to go another turn.
Mind is clear,the head is high,
Rolling speed and man do i fly.

Rushing blood, pumping vein,
All the worries gets out of my brain. 
And thats the moment when i feel free,
I can even hear GOD speaking to Me.

When my turn came,I just went there to be my self.I thought about my life(all good and bad times) and just spoke my heart out.It was more of a extempore than a presentation.And guess what????I am one of the topper in the presentation class.To be frank i my self donno why i got the maximum marks but whos complaining.I also got a really good compliment from the faculty(well i took it as a compliment).

She told me not to go for technical job and join an advertising firm.Its not the first time that someone told me not to waste myself in technical feild but it felt good to hear the same from somone who has' been there done that'.Now i am evenmore so sure of not wasting my life on a 6 by 8 cubicle staring on a dumbo machine for 70 odds hours a week.Thank you mam.